Morning air was crisp by the lakeside.

A thin mist hovered over the water's surface, surrounded by green trees tinged with yellow as autumn crept in. Amidst the tranquil beauty of nature stood a small white house—gray-roofed, with large windows that opened directly to the lake.

Hunter opened one of the windows and inhaled deeply. He was still wearing a light sweater and lounge pants, but the smile on his face was warmer than the morning sun. Behind him came the soft sound of footsteps and the comforting scent of fresh coffee.

Olivia appeared, holding two mugs.

“It still feels unreal that we’ve actually moved here,” she said, handing one...